Sona Wilae

Mama...prunus persica of strength, risen above cotton candy billows trace earth’s misaligned purpose constrained lengths of daydreams and tears fulfilling wasted space.    Find dreams radiating beams amongst stars falling tirelessly to forests’ moss floors while angelic blossoms flourish in jars made ripe with pleasures of Mama’s amore. The sweetest song ever rapped...Dear Mama with chords of straight Jazz, with lyrical Pac resound love in walls of depressed drama your seeds of womanhood reap by God’s clock.

Fall arcane drops of burnt hawthorn, refashion chestnut beauty as enticing odes of jovial amber plume fowls serenade maple leaves, as tunnel winds cease timber soils of stillness in calm chaos. Extend sunsets cool moonlight greetings I...fancy open candlelit windows alluring subtle bliss embracing the core values revived endng summer’s erotic E N D